This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Watch your body turn indian red,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Including fox hill and 27th street

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

Summertime in the city

Boys tell me they love me